[ And then there were the kind of people who locked their flock outside and listened to them die... Negan may have done some shitty things, but at least he's always been fair in his application of those rules. The hardest decisions had to be made swiftly, or the circumstances stewed. People would start to think there was preferential treatment to be had, that they could slip the noose.

No, the best way to make sure someone didn't put a step out of line was to show them what happened if they did. Most of the time people got to be real careful after that about where they were putting their feet. But Rick's familiar with that too. He has to be. Murder. Theft of stores. Hiding weapons. They're the kinds of things that favor the individual over the group, and they have to be dealt with.

Either way, there's another pause. He's answering these questions without saying a damn word. ]

I'm not queuing up to become your next pet, Rick. Now I'll give you, you've been on the receiving end of some really fucking terrible shit from my folks, but when it comes right down to it you've killed more of us than we have of you. With a rocket launcher one time, remember? Now that upsets me. It'd upset you too.

You've never once asked me how we can do this better. How we can build something. Now me, I've already built something. It works. The communities the Saviors watch over get protected, and we get a little something back.

Tell me. Are your people starving? Do you see people at Hilltop starving? Getting their faces ripped off? No. So where exactly is my model falling down? Tell me. I'd like to know.